A Ride to Church – Nacogdoches

We moved to Nacogdoches (pronounced Nac-a-do-ches), a small town of 30,000, in 2008.   On your way into town, a big billboard proudly announces that Nacogdoches is “the oldest town in Texas.”   [I’m not sure what this means–does it means it’s the oldest white town in Texas?] When my oldest daughter saw that sign for the first time, she was downright disgusted that we had moved from Baton Rouge–a cool city with lots of interesting places to eat, shopping, multiple movie theaters, Mardi Gras parades, king cake, you get the picture–to . . . Nacogdoches.

It was a tough sell for her. The kids here call the Nacogdoches mall “The Hall”–an apt description for a sad, droopy place with about five stores. There aren’t many good places to eat (unless you like Tex-Mex). And it’s remote–Dallas is about 3 hours to the northwest of us and Houston is about 2.5 hours southwest of us.

But boy, the living here is easy. “Traffic” in Nac means there might be two whole cars in front of you at a four-way stop. If you’re running errands, you can easily make 5 stops in 30-40 minutes.

The church is actually the farthest place away from our house–and it’s about a 10 minute drive. I took the “long way” (wink) to church on this day so you could see more of our sleepy little town.